On sacred ground on September days

They stride the hallowed sod

Humble men with special skill

Yet mighty like a God

And when their days are over

When the roaring crowd stands still

They hand back the Castle Crest

And march back up to the Hill

CHORUS

For special days need special men

The madding crowd to thrill

And when their time is over

They march back up to the Hill

 

They represent their people, ancestors and their kin

Battle hardened soldiers

Drawing passion from within

And when their time is over

No more dreams left to fulfil

They pick up their fellow man

And march back up to the Hill

CHORUS

For special days need special men

The madding crowd to thrill

But when their time is over

They march back to the Hill

 

They toil out there for me and mine

We follow as we should

A bright blue wave will wash away

Any battle blood

When their time is over

And all that carries them is will

We’ll go out there and pick them up

And bring them back to the Hill

CHORUS

For special days need special men

The madding crowd to thrill

And when their time is over

They march back to the Hill